Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril is about to protest at William accompanying him, but doesn't and instead nods, then readies his pistol as well. "It probably is a trap, Charles. But I do not see how we are to make any headway by avoiding them. We will return soon, enshahallah. If not then we will phone by 9:00 with news. If we do not, call the police. Masbut?"

William and Jibril head ouside and inthe direction of Waterloo Bridge, keeping eyes paranoidly peeled along the way.

 

[Vendetta]

"Father, whistle a tune if you see anyone." Jack says in a hushed voice as he darts down the alley and into the fog. Jack quickly inspects windows, doors, or anything looking out of place as he attempts to circle around the shop.

 

[yangnome]

"Will d... " Father O'Malley begins to reply in a hushed tone, but as he turns Jack has already disappeared down the alley.

Well, iusn't this just perfect. Alone on a foggy street. The priest looks about nervously and counts away the minutes. He begins to recite a prayer silently in his head as he waits.

 

[Gomez]

"Father, whistle a tune if you see anyone." Jack says in a hushed voice as he darts down the alley and into the fog. Jack quickly inspects windows, doors, or anything looking out of place as he attempts to circle around the shop.

The buildings are so close together that there are no alleys between them. The spice shop is two stories tall and there are two windows on the upper level. On the ground floor is a door and two display windows. There might be a back entrance to the building but you don't see a way to get there from here if there was one.

 

[Gomez]

"Will d... " Father O'Malley begins to reply in a hushed tone, but as he turns Jack has already disappeared down the alley.

Well, iusn't this just perfect. Alone on a foggy street. The priest looks about nervously and counts away the minutes. He begins to recite a prayer silently in his head as he waits.

Looking up and down the foggy street, Father O'Malley doesn't see anyone around at the moment. There is still a light on in the restaurant across the street but he sees no one inside.

 

[Gomez]

Jibril is about to protest at William accompanying him, but doesn't and instead nods, then readies his pistol as well. "It probably is a trap, Charles. But I do not see how we are to make any headway by avoiding them. We will return soon, enshahallah. If not then we will phone by 9:00 with news. If we do not, call the police. Masbut?"

William and Jibril head ouside and inthe direction of Waterloo Bridge, keeping eyes paranoidly peeled along the way.

OOC: It is about 9:00 when you leave for Waterloo Bridge.

Jibril and William reach the Waterloo Bridge at about 9:20. The taxi lets you both off and turns around and heads back down the street.

The fog is thickest here at the Thames. You cannot see more than 30 feet infront of you. A fog horn goes off in the distance and the smell of the river, rotting fish and burnt oil is not pleasent. There is a side walk on both sides of the bridge for foot traffic and a road for cars in the middle.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"All right. I suggest you hang back, some keeping me just within your sight. No use both of us getting caught by whoever this is. You may keep your pistol handy, however, " He adds with a forced smile. If William agrees with this, Jibril moves up the right (oncoming traffic side) sidewalk, going form lit traffic light to lit traffic light, and again keeping his eyes wide open, and his hand on his gun in his coat pocket.

 

[Gomez]

A Foggy Night on Waterloo Bridge

"Will do." says William with just a hint of worry. "I have your back."


Jibril begins to walk forwards along the bridge. The fog hangs in thick clumps. Jibiril walks out of one bank of fog and he can see a bit further out across the river. A small boat with a single red light on the mast chugs along only to be swallowed up by a thick wall of fog.

A bent woman dressed in rags hurries by you. In the darkness and the fog you don't see her face but you can hear the rasping of her breathing as she hurries along. The stench of the unwashed over comes the river's odor for a second as she pass by you.

About half way across you notice that the next street light ahead is out.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Masaa al Khair*," Jibril says towards the darkness, loud enough for William to hear behind him.

ooc: "Good evening" BTW, we will change the call in time to 10:00, based on the time we would have left.

 

[Gomez]

There is no response from the dark and fog.



OOC: Wow! Speed posting in my Masks game. I don't believe it!